Martina swayed her hips as she walked to Roberto’s room. Her hands were on her hair, she was trying to pack it into a ponytail. She got to Roberto’s room and looked at the guards that stood by the door.
She waited in front of the door, and they stared at her.
“What are you waiting for? Get the door.” She folded her arms under her breasts as she spoke.
“Why should we get the door for you? Why are you here?”
“Why don’t you ask your boss and stop being a pain in my ass. If you don’t let me in and turn back, I promise you are going to lose your job.
“Are you threatening us? You this…”
“You this what?!”
They heard Roberto’s gruff voice from behind the door, and they all composed themselves. They kept their heads high, and one of them opened the door.
Martina smirked and walked into the room, still swaying her hips. She got into the room, and her mouth fell open after seeing how beautiful and huge his room was. The lighting, exotic hardwood floor, open space, walk-in closet, shelves, platform bed, large 3D flat screen Tv, mundane accessories, and the oak color of the room swept Martina off her feet.
Roberto was lying on his king-sized bed and stared at her pompously as she scrutinized his room.
“I didn’t call you here to droll.”
“So, why am I here? to babysit you?”
“Yes, Martina, to babysit me. Get the first aid box on that shelf and change this bandage.”
He pointed to the shelf on his right-hand side. Martina’s mouth curved into a smile as she walked to the shelf.
“And why the hell are you smiling?”
“Isn’t it funny? It’s so obvious you are obsessed with me. You want me around you all the time… don’t you?”
“What?...” He let out a hysterical laugh.
“You think I’m obsessed with you? You are stupid to ever think that, I, Roberto Galante, want someone like you close to me.”
“You don’t have to pretend, Mr. Roberto Galante. If you aren’t obsessed, why am I here? Your men can change your bandage, can’t they? But, here I am… in your bedroom.”
Martina slid her finger on the shelf as she spoke. On the shelf, there were some of his exotic perfumes, watch boxes, and some pure golden rings that sat beautifully in their open boxes.
“One more word from you, and I’m going to blow your f**king head off.”
Martina looked back and saw him pointing a pistol at her. Her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed hard, and she hastily carried the first-aid box. She walked to his bed and stood next to it. Roberto still had his gun pointed at her.
“The gun isn’t necessary.” She mumbled to herself.
“There is no stool for me to sit on.”
“Why not suspend in the air then? Why are you so dumb? Can’t you sit on the bed?” Roberto answered in frustration. Martina pursed her lips and smiled at his response.
“You want me to sit on your bed?”
“Sit! Or I blow your head off!” He yelled, moving his fingers to the trigger.
She slammed into the bed immediately and placed the box on top of the drawer that was close to his bed right beside his head.
Roberto sat up and rested his back on the bed’s backrest. Martina opened the box and looked at Roberto.
“I need to unite the bandage now.”
“So? Get to work.”
“I’m scared, okay?! You are holding your pistol at me. I can’t concentrate.” Martins muttered.
“I am not going to drop this gun. So, get to work.”
Martina bounced her head reluctantly and reached for Roberto’s arm. She picked up the small scissors from the first aid box and moved it to his arm.
“Wait! What are you doing?!”
“Mr. Roberto, I need to cut the bandage, okay? I can’t use my teeth.”
Roberto exhaled and allowed her to continue what she was doing.
She raised the bandage from his arm with one of her fingers and placed the scissors in-between his skin and the bandage. She cut the bandage and began to loosen the wraps.
She got to the last wrap and untied it slower than she did the first time. Roberto clenched his jaw as she pulled off the bandage from the surface of his wound. The bandage was stained with reddish brown blood.
“Uugh…”
She looked at him and smiled after hearing him groan. “I never knew you could feel pain until this morning when I heard you yell in the hospital.”
Roberto opened his eyes and looked at her. He refused to say any words to her.
She picked up the disposable sterile gloves and wore them on her hands. She cut some cotton wool and poured some distilled water on it.
She brushed the surface of his wound slowly and kept her eyes on his face. He looked at her, and she quickly looked away.
After cleaning the face of the wound, she looked fixedly at the wound, and she could see the hole the bullet had created in his arm. It was a deep hole.
“This must hurt real bad.” She mumbled and looked at him. Roberto looked away hastily before she could catch him staring at her.
“It’s all your fault. Stop acting as if you care.”
“I don’t care about you but, I appreciate that you cared for me back there at the mansion.”
“I didn't care about you. Don’t get it wrong.”
“So you just took a bullet in your arm for taking sake?”
Roberto looked at her, and she smiled at him. She took a new elastic bandage and cut another cotton wool. She placed the cotton wool on the face of the wound and began to wrap the bandage over it.
“Thank you for saving my life back there.”
Roberto kept his gaze on her face and took time to feed his eyes with her beauty. Her full and long eyelashes, long nose, and full lips were the perfect fit for her face.
Martina felt his gaze on her, and she raised her head to look at her. She caught him looking at her, and this time, he didn’t look away. He gazed at her lips.
She paused what she was doing and stared back. Her eyes trailed down his face and stopped on his lips.
“Why are you staring at my lips? Don’t tell me you want to kiss me.” Martina uttered, not taking her eyes off his lips.
“I don’t kiss. I have never done it, and I will never do it.”
“But why does it look like you want to kiss me.”
“In your dreams.”
Martina giggled and finished wrapping his arm. She packed the first aid kit and locked it.
“I think I’m done here.”
Roberto looked at his arm and saw she had done brilliantly well.
“Thank your star I didn’t have to use this on you.” He showed the gun to her, and she laughed.
“You would never use that on me.”
She carried the first aid kit and walked back to the shelf.
“You haven’t done anything that worth one of my bullets. They are expensive.”
“Really?”
She placed the first aid kit on the shelf carefully and picked up one of his perfume. She kept her eyes on him.
“I am not worth your bullet, but I am worth your attention.” She sniffed the perfume.
“Don’t you dare use that on that filthy body of yours! It can buy you and your sister!” He pointed the gun at her again.
Martina smiled and turned her head to the side. She sprayed the perfume on her neck, and Roberto’s eyes widened in rage.
He got out of bed and stormed towards her. Her heart leaped at every step he took. He got to her and grabbed her by the neck. He pointed the gun at her head, making her gulp.
“Don’t try to test me, girl.”
Martina’s eyes fell on his lips which were only about two inches from hers. She bit her lower lip and giggled.
“What is so funny?”
“You’re kinda hot.”
Roberto furrowed her brows as he gazed into her alluring eyes. “Why would she say that to me when I have a gun pointed at her head?” He thought to himself.
“Don’t…”
All of a sudden, Martina stood on her toes, and her lips stroked his. Roberto’s eyes widened as he watched Martina nibble on his lips with her eyes closed.
His gun slipped from his hand and fell on the floor, making a loud thud.